Up below the brown oves, in the dry,
An' the rooks had a-rock'd broods o' young
On the elems below the Maÿ sky;
But the bud on the bed, coulden bide,
Wi' young Meäry a-married awaÿ.
There the copse-wood, a-grow'd to a height,
Wer a-vell'd, an' the primrwose in blooth,
Among chips on the ground a-turn'd white,
Wer a-quiv'rèn, all beäre ov his lewth.
The green moss wer a-spread on the thatch,